A/N: This is a short-short one-shot T rated stalker fic on guardian angel-ness-ism-ness...ness. I'm a writer, I make up words. Enjoy, and IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END OF IT.
*holds free box of chibi Ichigo shaped cookies* Cookie, anyone?
Story starts below le asterisks.
Orihime Inoue.
A name is worth a thousand memories, a thousand scenic thoughts cherished in your heart, a thousand reminsces blooming feverently, as the cauldron stirs, the children awake from their slumber, a fresh floret in their eager grasps; akin to a rose, a name begins its journey as a seed, planted in the earth as a simple being, and as the scarlet bud climbs upon its stem, it ascends towards the parting skies, so that one day, it may reach the celestial touch of our divine Father.
The rose may glisten, as the angels above shed precious tears, each tear sculpted from gold, and ripple with fine feathers scattered upon the ground. Others may dance through the lunar smoke shrouding the fields of their home, and battle the darkness with the ultimate traits of light, and prevail as champions to the heavens' above.
A hundred roses will perish each day, with a dispirited sigh profound from its lips, the wilting, murky hue of its flesh evasive, and with a sheer final blink, a final withered petal is gone. Though a hundred roses may perish each day, the prosper of new life lurks deep beneath the malaised corpses, hushed whispers, if you will, of something far greater to come.
And though I have been present to view both life and death to their fullest effect upon my Father's Utopia, I am unafraid to admit, that I have heard one name far too many times than I care for. The name, that beckons me like a siren, enticing me closer with the right sounds, the right words, all positioned perfectly in the right order. I can picture this one rose through clear, supernatural vision. How could I ever forget the mortal love of my life?
Her platinum eyes shaped above her passionately flared cheeks, and the lashes of a goddess, which flicker with the integrity of a burning candle through a lonely, desolate, boxed room. The embered cambers that fall in delicate streams around her silk flesh, framing the porcelain face that they are certain she stole from a doll, before plummeting in cascades, rich with her wild tenacity; flames ad hoc to reflect such stubborn resolve of a fiery redhead. My dear fiery pixie.
Andthough none have ever been directed at me, a sheer glimpse of her smile will trigger the belief of a star bursting into flames before your very eyes, as you can do nothing but stiffen in awe, lost in a daze, as you share a deep gaze with the Sun; I've been told, that the frozen of all hearts melt within her sole proximity, combusting with a fuel generated by her choruses sung with vocals stolen from heaven, through the exchange of a simple kiss.
Such beauty in the name itself, in the way it rolls so freely from my bitter spade of a tongue, the delicate shrills that I hear resound through every crack in this god forbidden Earth, so much beauty lingers within the tender thresh-hold, that is one mortal's heart; a heart, forever unrequited from all traces of evil and malice, eternaly soaked in the rich elixir of her ruby-lined blood, a heart, too pure, too innocent for the world to holster. This is a heart of a woman, that has irrefutably won the heart of an angel. An angel with clipped wings, and a halo shattered through the unforgivable acts of his sin. A guardian forbidden from his duty, for guarding his true love with his life.
A/N: MAJOR. FREAKING. FOOT CRAMP! Ow... This is why you don't have thoughts of Ichigo watching you sleep whilst you're trying to sleep D: ...So, hello. Long time no see. Lot of shizzle has gone down, Ichigo is part Quincy, (he better not start dressing like Uryu, or I will cry, and probably disown Tite Kubo), and some more spoilers I shan't ruin for youse, been recovering, and sleeping. God dammit, I love to sleep. But anywho, been reading a lot, and if you follow my DeviantArt, (PLEASE FOLLOW MY DEVIANTART D: name is DEMONIC-RICOCHET), you'll know I've been getting into poetry and photoshop.
Anywho, I cringe when I think about people reading my stuff now, but I promise, I will do more chapters on all of my stories, based on whether you guys think this is good for a terribly short one-shot. This one-shot hereby determines whether or not my ability to write hath return-ey-eth-ed-ed. (Again. I'm a writer!) I'll probably write it better later when I'm less sleepy, I'm suffering from the plague, (by which I mean a cold), right about now D:
Anywho, hope you enjoyed, and guys review please! I need to know whether or not to feel cringey about my work or not! Plus I'm OCD with numbers, and having a story with 0 reviews will sorta make me go crazeh :) So even if it is only one person, believe me, it's better than nothing!
Thanks again!
*hold box of chibi Ichigo shaped cupcakes* Cupcake, anyone?